What God must have felt

When He planted those trees

For when Adam and Eve were old enough to know

I wish my son did not ask the questions

He did

Nor that I must answer

"When you are old enough,

You will know."

There are certain things

I wish he were never old enough to know

In knowing, a part of his innocence dies

And some things

Like that tree, really are not worth knowing

Yet my hope is that

when he is old enough to know

He is still young enough to be redeemed.

I've written to ease my pain; I've written to hear my voice; I've written for vanity; I've written for sanity; I've written for fun; I've written for laughs; I've written for me; I've written for money. But until I write for God, this talent is for naught.